So this all happened when I frist got my.New job at the DNR wildlife game warden we’ll i was Driving in my truck.So I turn down a dirt road looking.for any one on the road illegally . About 30 minutes Before sundown I saw some thing really tall.siting in the middle of the road when hit the horn. it screamed so loud I thought my windows would Brake.I froze in panic.Then it ran off like happend a few Days go By.it’s july4 and that’s when I had my.day off so I decided to go on a bike ride Through the woods completely forgetting about what happened.I Biked through the woods for a couple hours by then Sun was getting low and.Saw a dead deer which had it to back legs ripped off. One hour after seeing it it was probably 6:30 when I heard a scream I stopped and looked around confused. Then I saw it a tall man.horns and Goat type legs I Cary a 9mm I shot twice out fear. Then I booked it back to my truck. Fratting foot steps Behind. But where the forst cut off it stopped and screamed. I will not Be going Back any.time soon
This just a quick story.
I am a 35 year old man from England. This story took place nearly 25 years ago when I was 11 years old. I was at a prominent boarding school in the south west of England. At that age I was just starting to get interested in the ideas of the paranormal, and was sure my school was haunted, but until then I’d had no experiences.
It happened one night during the summer term. I got up to go to the loo, it was about 2 o’clock in the morning. It was a very clear night and the moon was bright, so it was easy to find my way through the long corridors to the loo without a torch. On the way back back to my dormitory I noticed how cold it was but didn’t want to run through fear of waking anyone up and being busted out of bed in the middle of the night!
My dormitory was half way down a corridor with a matrons flat next door and another larger dormitory at the far end. There was a bookcase next the door to that dorm, and a couple windows along one wall of the corridor letting in the bright moonlight.
I haven’t told my story to many people except for my wife and a few other of my close friends. It happened while I was stationed in the army as a radio operator during the Vietnam war, and I haven’t forgot it to this day. I was a young recruit, freshly drafted out of high school, and didn’t know much about the war. I had no idea what I was getting into or what it all was for, but what I did know was that I had a duty to my fellow servicemen.
We arrived there on a Friday evening and got loaded onto many buses to be taken to our barracks. The air was very humid and the soil was soaking wet due to a storm that had just passed through the area. I vividly remember the drive, and how it stunk like a sewer. My first night was uneventful and quiet, but we all felt the tense atmosphere as our drill sergeants taunted us with stories during basic training. I remember the half moon right over my head, which kept peaking out from over the clouds, and all of us were just sitting around telling jokes. I was more of a technical guy and didn’t have much aptitude for comedy, so I just listened in.
My duty was to manage communications between my unit and all of our other guys so that everyone knew what was going on everywhere else. I carried a box on my back which was the size of radio devices back then, and also a ton more equipment and supplies. I was quickly assigned to a tight knit unit who had just lost their communications operator to a land mine, and I remember the first time we made contact with the enemy. It was the loudest thing I ever heard. We were in a dense part of the jungle and couldn’t see the enemy at all. But we ducked for cover as soon as they began firing at us, and we opened up in their general direction in return. The chaos felt like lasted forever, but we probably ceased fire after a couple of minutes. We advanced forward to close in on the enemy position and secure the area, and it was the first time I ever saw the enemy up close. There they were, three dead Vietcong soldiers laying in a pool of their own blood. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at three human beings that were alive just moments ago. Young guys who maybe had sisters or brothers and parents. They were probably just chilling around moments before we arrived, and here we are moments later looking at their motionless bodies. I must say that I felt justified, because they were the enemy and would’ve been standing over our dead bodies instead.
Back story: My grandma has multiple sclerosis, and due to that she can’t move from the shoulders down. She can talk normal and move her head, but thats the extent. She has a fantastic attitude though, and she’s witty and loves to joke. She has 24/7 care, helpers from 8am to 10pm, and she lives with my aunt who cares for her.
One day my mom texts me telling me my grandma is in the hospital with an infection, and they need someone to stay with her overnight. My aunt has 3 kids at home (two of which are 5 & 3) she needs to get ready for school.
My mom at the time had a truck load of personal items because she was moving to a new house my parents recently purchased, so she couldn’t stay. Apparently when my aunt left my grandma in the hospital room with the nurses to take a phone call, they left her and she hadn’t used the restroom yet and no one came back to check on her. So she had to wait in her waste until my aunt came back to the hospital to tell her. Mind you, she can’t move to push a button. So none of us felt that she should be left in the nurses “care”.
I was a 19-year-old, 6-month pregnant woman that recently got her CNA certification to work at a nursing home. I can’t disclose the nursing home name because it’s still an active home and the residents don’t need to be bothered.
I was hired to be on the overnight shift and started with two other gals, the turnover rate for CNA on the night shift was very high in this place. There where two floors to the building and one LPN and two nursing assistance to each floor at night. The bottom floor was a secure ward for the Dementia and the Alzheimer’s residents and the upstairs where for the norms that just need to have round the clock care for various reasons. The main duties for the main floor was to answers call lights and see what the resident needed at the time.
The bottom floor duties was a lot more complicated than that. The main concern was to get the residents back in bed, sometimes it was a nice suggestion to lay back down to an all-out freak out from the residents.
I’m currently pregnant with my first child; a boy that I’m very thankful for, but the way he was conceived into this world and the things I’ve felt while pregnant with him have been anything but normal. At the end of April, this year. I went into septic shock due to untreated sepsis and was admitted to the hospital just before it was too late. I also had high blood pressure, kidney failure, and was completely delusional.
During my week-long stay, I was constantly in and out of sleep, waking from nightmares, touches from nurses who weren’t there when I opened my eyes, even whispers. One night, I was startled awake to a loud gunshot and screaming, only to find pindrop silence. It had to be one of the longest weeks of my life.
When May finally came, I was released on the second. All tests they had taken came back negative, unable to determine the cause of sepsis. My fiancé, Allen and I decided to visit with my sister and her husband, as they lived a few hours away. We were only there for a few days, and the day we drove back, it was pouring rain. We crashed into a state trooped who had someone pulled over on a curb. We lost our car to damages and had to pay a lot of money that we didn’t have.
So, here goes…
A little bit of background info. I’m a 30-something male, and I work housekeeping for a nursing home. Sometimes, I’m asked to work third shift, which can sometimes be a twelve hour deal, from 8pm to 8am. I’m a bit of a night owl, so this doesn’t bother me.
So, October of 2016, our facility got hit with that nasty flu that was going around. The elderly are more at risk, obviously, so we had sadly lost a few of our residents to it. Now, for those who have never worked in hospitals or nursing homes, let me tell you that hauntings are REAL.
I started my shift like usual. Said “Hello” to the few residents and staff that were out and about the building at that late hour. As I am about to go into the basement, through the central stairwell, I punch in the code, and start to open the door. I see someone pass behind the door, as if they were waiting for me to open it, and as I pause to see who it is, I find the stairwell empty. Just then, I hear a raspy “HaHa!” whispered in my ear, close enough to feel breath, yet the hallway was empty as well.
So i’ll start with a little background on myself. I was raised by my grandparents my,
mother passed away due to pneumonia and the complications from my birth. I have
a brother that’s three years older than me he was with me when this occurred.
I was about 4 or 5 at the time but still remember so vividly what happened. It was a
What Im about to tell is very true. Only
two other people know about it one being
my wife, the other being a friend that was
Id like to give a little back story of me,
so maybe you can understand my skills
and abilities. I grew up hunting and
This story take place back when I was about five years old. My family lived in a rural area. All houses were wery far apart. We were no strangers to all sorts of wildlife. So, my dad built a ten feet high wire fence with a gate, so he can access the woods around the back yard. I know, he was a bit too protective
One day I was plaing in a sand pile, net to the fence. I had my favourite toy, red pickup truck. Then dad walked by, to the gate, opened it and said:
,, Would you like to go get firewood with me ?”